Quotes About War

I took the speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It's about Russia.

You cant fight in here, this is the War Room!

What happened in war? People died -- that's what happened.' He fixed me with that stubborn clenched-jaw look. 'Those who were bravest perished first. Those who believed in something died for belief. Those who survived...' He starts to cough. 'You know that more than twenty million Soviet citizens perished in this war.

I'm an expert in homo sapiens behavior. They can rationalize anything. Take war. They'll bankrupt their economies, sacrifie the best of their young, unleash a bloodbath that impresses even me, at the expense of providing shelter, food, and medicine for their own people. Compared to that, the sale of a few women is trivial.

How many of these guys do you think we gotta kill before we can go home?" O'Brien whispered. "I'm pretty sure it's all of them," I answered. "Too bad they don't stay in one place. This war would be over that much sooner if everyone cooperated.

Un día llegará en que las guerras no tendrán ni un cristiano a quien matar la soledad del mundo/ ese bochorno se expresará en un solo aburrimiento los mansos pizarrones de wall street quedarán fijos en un cambio inútil y nadie habrá para joder a nadie.

y cuando en silencio declaro mi guerra extrañamente me siento por fin en paz

Cuando la guerra se disfraza de paz, es la peor de las paces.

Cuando la guerra se disfraza de paz, es la peor de las paces. Invade como ayuda, pero deja cenizas por donde pasa y muertes por doquier. La paz se vuelve hipócrita, los mansos no le sirven. Agrede a los otoños y les pisa las hojas. Y por si fuera poco, su razón de ser tiende a la sinrazón.

He was a degenerate gambler. That is, a man who gambled simply to gamble and must lose. As a hero who goes to war must die. Show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser, show me a hero and I'll show you a corpse.

He smiled the kind of smile that is the reason for wars and poetry.

It was what Joseph had missed most during the war, all the small, scattered pieces of the precious and luminous ordinary, evidence that life insists on continuing.

One bloody battle followed another. Sometimes the North won, sometimes the South, but always the soldiers lost, thousands of them dying or maimed.

his years of war: an utter helplessness in the face of this monstrous violence.

Chiara grew serious. 'Our generation hardly knows what happiness is,' she said. 'Everything's been messed up for us. Even when the war is over, there'll be years of gloom to follow. Take this in both hands, darling. It's a gift from the gods.

Why do some Germans become Nazis, and others resist?' 'You know the answer, darling,' Heidi said, putting her arm around Lola. 'A few are monsters, the rest look away.

But that was war. Where ignorant armies clash by night.

We must show the world that, despite the war, Paris is still the capital of haute couture,

The real war is not between the West and the East. The real war is between intelligent and stupid people.

There are wolves in the night. The soldiers would say that, when I was a girl. My uncles and brothers in war. My friends. Raising me on the battlefield because there was no where else to go. There are wolves, they would say. And there are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red. All alone in the woods. About to get eaten up. Wolves and girls. Both have sharp teeth.

The war had taught both sides that the Scriptures could inspire a threatened people. Unfortunately, it also removed some of the checks and balances that, in other circumstances, kept biblical interpretation responsive to a general Christian framework. America's public culture came to pay less and less attention to the Bible in the decades after the war. One of the reasons was that Christians had paid it the wrong kind of attention before and during the war.

continued with considerable bitterness into the 1700s. Moreover, the devastating Thirty Years' War (1618–48), which was fought over a confused welter of religious, political, and economic matters, had enervated central European life in general, including the churches.

Hence when lightning fires the arch of heaven, and thunders rock the ground, when furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, and ocean, groaning from his lowest bed, heaves his tempestuous billows to the sky; amid the mighty uproar, while below the nations tremble, Shakespeare looks abroad from some high cliff, superior, and enjoys the elemental war.

right" in the sense of homoerotic weepiness that Middle America could get behind. Of course I'm talking about "The Deer Hunter.